Poetry
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Sometimes I feel like, no place in my entirety, is there poetry. Continue reading
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Reading Poetry
These days, I really need to be in the mood to read poetry. When I was a bit younger, mid-high school, it was something I did a lot more often. Not nearly as often as reading prose, but enough that… Continue reading
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It’s Hot
Here I sit, at my desk,Stuck to it,by a thin layer of my ownsweat. Two fans breath on me,hot,churned air,barely dry me, or mysweat. It’s uncomfortable, tiring,I can feel myself falling asleep,but I can’even nap,because the heat. Am I melting?Possibly.My… Continue reading
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Poetry, the Art I can really only Fake
I don’t understand poetry like I think I’m meant to … particularly given that I studied it in university. I didn’t study it extensively, but I also didn’t come out with any better understanding of it than when I went… Continue reading
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I didn’t get any writing done today
I didn’t get any writing done today, I didn’t get any writing done today, No words in the book, I don’t want to take a look, No writing on the page, No happiness, sadness or rage, There’s nothing there, The… Continue reading
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Hero/Villain
I’m the hero. I’m the warmth in your chest,The strength in your feet,Dressed in honour and valour,With the faith of the world,To purge all evils,That are declared at your discretion. I’m the villain. I’m the gripping feeling in your chest,As… Continue reading
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Trying to write Poetry in my Dreams
I’ve been thinking about trying to write some poetry recently but haven’t been able to focus on much, let alone stringing together coherent words that somewhat resembles poetry. But I thought I wrote a poem recently, and yet I couldn’t… Continue reading
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My First Haiku (that I didn’t actually hand in)
Spring yams bloom, The ships arrive in the heat, Blood on the ochre. Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 